My husband and I recently took our two-month-old daughter camping for the first time in the peak week of October, and it was the most magical trip. We didn’t have to travel to the majesty out west. We didn’t have to fly overseas. All the splendor of this trip was found in the cozy joy of sharing our favorite thing to do with our new daughter right here in our home state of Kentucky. I was so nervous to do it. We had been backpacking and camping countless times, just the two o

1. Buttercups that light up the underneath of your chin, as if you’ve swallowed a firefly.   2. Wildflowers found on rainy afternoon walks.   3. A peppermint stick in your coffee in the fall.   4. The watery smell of the garden hose on an April day.   5. The deep smell of fresh honeysuckle carried on the warm summer wind.   6. The slow feeling of decomposing as the ocean takes the sand from underneath you, burying you deeper into the earth.   7. Kissing your loved one in the

1. Making breakfast to the gentle touch of piano music, and dinner to the crackling lull of a jazz record. 2. Counting my blessings in the mornings as I swing on my back porch and gaze at the trees with a steaming coffee cup in hand. 3. Smelling my baby’s soft hair and kissing her plump cheeks as I walk slowly from room to room. 4. The pleasing, fermented smell and warm supple feel of sourdough in my hands as I give the flour and water its first mix in the quiet of the mornin

1.     Bring the outdoors in whenever possible – have a designated bowl or shelf to display a collection of unique rocks, acorns, leaves, flowers, or pinecones from nature walks. 2.     Make your decorations functional and primitive by bringing any unique or rustic looking bowls, boards, utensils or mugs out from hiding in the cabinets and arranging them on shelves and counters. Use cutting boards and potholders as back drops, trays, and coasters for extra layers. 3.     Do t

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